Oh my god! Why is the boss such a clingy person?

Zhou Cheng felt like he was in heaven during the few days he spent in Xinghai. He had gained a little weight, which was noticeable to the naked eye. The only thing that gave him a headache was that, for some reason, he was so angry when he saw Su Qingyan recently that he couldn't suppress it. It felt like he was back in adolescence, and he would stand up and salute at the mere sight of her. But the good thing was that after many adjustments, he and Su Qingyan finally started to get along well and achieved a great harmony in life.

The fifth day of the Chinese New Year happened to be Valentine's Day, which was also Su Qingyan's birthday. This birthday was personally chosen by his overly romantic mother, who went to the hospital for a cesarean section half a month in advance of the due date in order to have her son born on Valentine's Day.

"Happy birthday." At exactly midnight, Zhou Cheng sent his birthday wishes on time.

"It's already early morning?" Su Qingyan didn't have time to think about these things and asked in a daze.

"Just arrived." Zhou Cheng turned over and picked him up.

"Birthdays are not important. Today is the day to welcome the God of Wealth..." Su Qingyan said with an effortless clarity of mind.

"Little money-grubber." Zhou Cheng looked at his bitten lower lip and stretched out his finger. "Don't bite yourself. It hurts."

Su Qingyan was awakened by the sound of firecrackers early in the morning. He was in no mood to get up today. He immediately got out of bed, washed, dressed, and went to the restaurant.

Zhou Cheng was having breakfast and didn't expect Su Qingyan to come so early today.

"Please bring the longevity noodles." Mrs. Su turned to her aunt and said.

"Welcome the God of Wealth, Mom." Su Qingyan sat next to Zhou Cheng, "Are there any firecrackers? I want to set off 10,000 firecrackers."

"Your father has been released just now and is still outside...play after dinner!" Mrs. Su saw Su Qingyan was about to go out and hurriedly stopped him.

"I'll be back soon, no need to delay." Su Qingyan not only ran out by himself, but also pulled Zhou Cheng with him.

At noon, Su Qingyan and Zhou Cheng went to a Thai restaurant together.

"I used to like celebrating my birthday, but things are different now... I'm going to be 25 soon..." After sitting down, Su Qingyan started mumbling to Zhou Cheng.

"What's wrong with 25?" Zhou Cheng was a little confused when he heard his words.

"Life is like a Christmas tree. It becomes less and less useful after 25." Su Qingyan sighed.

"It turns out that my shelf life has long expired?" Zhou Cheng smiled.

"You have eaten the ginseng fruit and you will be immortal." Su Qingyan held his cheek and tilted his head to look at Zhou Cheng.

"Am I an old monster?" Zhou Cheng poured Su Qingyan a cup of Thai milk tea.

"Nonsense."

"This is for you." Zhou Cheng took out a small box from his pocket.

"Birthday present?" Su Qingyan immediately sat up straight.

"Well, see if you like it." Zhou Cheng was still a little nervous. After all, Su Qingyan had everything he needed, and it was really hard to choose a gift.

Su Qingyan opened the box nervously and excitedly.

"pen?"

He picked it up and took a look. It was a fountain pen from a very famous brand. He opened the cap and saw SQY engraved in cursive on the nib, with a sapphire on it.

"I like it." Su Qingyan wanted to put the pen into his shirt pocket.

"Wait, it has a... um, mechanism?" Zhou Cheng took the pen, pulled out the tail of the pen, and a knife about 10 centimeters long popped out.

"Huh?" Su Qingyan felt curious and took the pen back.

"Be careful, don't scratch yourself." Zhou Cheng said worriedly.

"How did this happen? When did this brand come out with this type of pen? Wasn't the switchblade banned?" Su Qingyan asked a series of questions.

"I asked someone to modify it." Zhou Cheng answered truthfully.

"Do you know such a genius?" Su Qingyan really didn't expect that Zhou Cheng, who was usually strict and old-fashioned, would have any connection with this circle.

Zhou Cheng certainly didn't know this kind of genius, but Zhao Luo was familiar with this. Zhou Cheng was still in the United States when this custom fountain pen arrived. It was originally an ordinary fountain pen, but later they were attacked, and Zhou Cheng felt that Su Qingyan was not absolutely safe at ordinary times, so he wanted him to bring a small item for self-defense. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered that Zhao Luo had once shown off his modified drumsticks to him. He immediately remotely controlled Zhao Luo to get the fountain pen, and then sent it for modification. After the modification master got this fountain pen worth tens of thousands of yuan, he really didn't dare to start. After Zhao Luo's repeated assurances, he began to disassemble it.

"Why did you think of giving me this?" Su Qingyan studied it for a while before asking Zhou Cheng.

"For self-defense, it's not conspicuous." Zhou Cheng saw that Su Qingyan quickly got the hang of it, put away the knife skillfully, and put the pen in his shirt pocket.

"Zhou Cheng, why are you so likable?" Su Qingyan took Zhou Cheng's hand and touched the small mole on his finger.

In the evening, Zhou Cheng went to a small border town with Su Qingyan's family. This kind of town with bright lights at nightfall and ethnic minority characteristics has been very popular on social media recently, but the car bypassed the bustling town and came to the foot of the mountain not far away.

After getting off the bus, Zhou Cheng looked up at the mountain. The pavilions and towers were decorated with lights and colors. When tourists walked along the river here, they were told that the mountain was not open to the public today and were stopped outside the mountain gate.

"Is this mountain also yours?" Zhou Cheng asked Su Qingyan in a low voice.

"Be bolder, the whole Xinghai belongs to me." Su Qingyan also whispered to him.

"It's rare for Xiaoyan to celebrate his birthday at home. This morning, your father asked the abbot on the mountain to get a peace amulet for you. We'll get it later." Mrs. Su said to them with a smile.

The group was led to the elevator that went directly to the top of the mountain. Zhou Cheng stood in the elevator and looked at the rapidly shrinking crowd. Within a few seconds, the entire town was in sight.

The elevator reached the top of the mountain, and the group walked out of the elevator and turned a corner. A towering stone wall appeared in front of them, standing in front of them like a natural barrier. On the stone wall, there were Buddha statues carved in an orderly manner, each of which was lifelike.

These Buddha statues are either majestic and solemn, or compassionate and merciful. Standing in front of the stone wall, Zhou Cheng seemed to be able to hear the whispers of the Buddha statues, and a feeling of awe and piety welled up in his heart.

"My dad likes this tune. If you feel uncomfortable, don't watch it." Su Qingyan whispered in Zhou Cheng's ear.

“No, it’s quite spectacular.”

Zhou Cheng was not complimenting, he truly thought the stone carving was exquisite. Many people might have gigantic fears, but Zhou Cheng liked it very much. In this regard, he actually got in touch with Director Su.

After getting the amulet from the temple, they came to an antique building. Zhou Cheng kept shouting the words "wine pool and meat forest" in his heart. Su Chonglin built this place just like Lutai, a perfect life for an emperor.

There were deer and red-crowned cranes walking leisurely by the water. The deer were light and graceful, sometimes looking down for food, sometimes looking up. The red-crowned cranes looked more elegant and dignified, some dancing and some strolling leisurely. Su Qingyan didn't come here often, and he was amazed to see this scene.

The dinner was originally scheduled to be held in the Zhaixing Pavilion, but Su Qingyan became interested in the newly built pleasure boat by the water, and the waiters quickly set the table and served the dishes in the pleasure boat.

"Last time I said I was the one who arranged your birthday, but you didn't even give me a chance." Zhou Cheng talked to Su Qingyan in a mean way again.

"There are so many festivals, maybe next time." Su Qingyan held the railing and looked at the koi in the water.

Zhou Cheng gently stroked the beast-face pattern on the railing that was baring its fangs and claws, as if it wanted to devour everything. He wanted to say something, but Mrs. Su called him over to eat.